Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.